This year’s first chicken mushroom; it weighed almost five pounds, enough for dinner and half a gallon of dehydrated pieces.
Oyster mushrooms. There were two fallen trees laden with these; again, lots for dehydrating!
Last weekend we found another chicken mushroom (easy to spot that bright orange color) and brought it home to fix for guests the next day. When we cut the lovely thick yellow flesh into strips, they were full of little holes. Pores, we thought, until tens of half-inch white grubs began popping out. We aren’t the only ones who like chicken mushrooms; something had started a very large family on this one, and we had to pass it on to the pigs.